Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.